Rebecca: Oh, excuse me, excuse me, sir! Listen, as long as you were gonna tell me anyway, why don't you just go ahead and tell me now?
Greg: This is not the time or the place.
Rebecca: Oh, please tell me. You've been going over my files?
Greg: Yes, I have.
Rebecca: And we're doing better?
Greg: Yes, we're doing better.
Rebecca: Well, then what's the problem? Just go ahead and tell me.
Greg: I really think we should discuss this privately.
Sam: Pal, just between us guys here, do me a favor and tell her. It'd kind of help grease the old skids.
Greg: I really don't think-
Rebecca: Sir, excuse me, please? Please?
Greg: Very well, Ms. Howe, if you insist. This, uh, quarter has shown a slight improvement.
Rebecca: Did you hear that, everybody? "A slight improvement."
Greg: But the records show, unequivocally, that the bar did better under Sam's direction than yours. In view of this, I'm hereby appointing Sam the new manager. And I regret to say I'm forced to give you notice. I'm sorry. Okay, boys, dessert.